Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

Forbidden Longing	By : PyramidHead316 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 4288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: George Lucas owned Star Wars, which is now owned by Disney. This is merely a work of fan fiction. We make no profit off of this fic.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Warning for M/M content in this chapter. You have been warned.
Chapter 5: Deception
Obi-Wan gulped down the rest of his brandy and slammed the glass down angrily. To say he was frustrated would be an understatement.
How had his plan gone so wrong? The meeting had been a disaster. He had hoped he would be able to persuade Anakin to give up that foolish attachment to the Senator, or at least to relinquish himself over to judgment by the Council, where Obi-Wan could protect him. Instead Anakin was more determined than ever now to stick by his precious Senator Amidala.
Worse, he knew now about Obi-Wan’s attraction to him. Obi-Wan felt exposed and awkward revealing his true feelings to Anakin like that, yet he’d done it in the hopes that it would at least get Anakin to reconsider the issue from a different perspective. But he hadn’t. Obi-Wan had trusted him with his most personal secret, had suggested a course of action that might very well benefit both of them, and his former Padawan had virtually spat in his face. Anakin didn’t want his help; not in the way Obi-Wan was willing to give him. And the worst part was Obi-Wan had no idea what to do next.
What could he do to remedy this entire mess? He wasn’t willing to budge on his stance and neither was Anakin. Unless something changed soon, Obi-Wan would have no choice but to turn the matter over to the Jedi Council against his Padawan’s expressed wishes. It was not a task Obi-Wan was looking forward to in the slightest.
But what other solution was there? He couldn’t allow Anakin to get away with breaking the Code like that. He certainly couldn’t allow him to remain under Senator Amidala’s influence. The woman had already done enough damage to Anakin’s position as a Jedi. She had taught him things Jedi were barred from learning about for a reason and seduced him away from the noble life of a Jedi Knight. And for what? For a fling that would probably end the next year once the passion between them died down? Didn’t Anakin see that there was no future in what he had with Amidala?
Suddenly, Obi-Wan realized what he was doing. Hmm…I sound like a jealous boyfriend, he mused. Was he letting his emotions get the better of him?
Briefly, he wondered if he was being too hard on Anakin. Was it possible Anakin was right, and that the “love” he claimed to share with Padme was something Obi-Wan should not interfere with?
No, a part of him fought back mentally. It was Anakin who was being unreasonable! You’ve done everything a Jedi should. It’s Anakin who’s refusing to listen to reason. All because of that petty excuse for a senator.
Obi-Wan sighed deeply. There it was again: the same little voice that whispered to him so increasingly over the past few weeks. He had no illusions that it was anything more than his own feelings and frustration with the events going on around him. Yet, he could not deny that the voice was starting to grow more insistent as time went by. This mess with Anakin and Amidala wasn’t going to help things either.
The Jedi Master shook his head. He wasn’t going to resolve this tonight. It would probably better if he got some rest. He gulped down another shot of brandy, before stumbling to his bed where he laid down. Soon, Obi-Wan drifted into a restless sleep.
~*~
The feel of a muscular pair of arms around him gradually arose to his senses. Once again, Obi-Wan Kenobi found himself in that odd state of unconsciousness where one’s dreams took hold. And just as in the previous occurrence, he wasn’t alone.
Anakin was with him.
Obi-Wan gripped the sandy blond locks as his former Padawan held onto him. Just as before, Anakin was kissing him with a passion Obi-Wan had never experienced before from his best friend. Anakin’s tongue clashed fiercely with his own, and to his surprise, Obi-Wan found himself reciprocating just as eagerly.
Both men were shirtless, their heavy Jedi robes and inner tunics lying by the wayside. Their hands roamed over their bare torsos with ravenous intent. Oddly enough, Obi-Wan didn’t feel like he was violating any part of the Jedi Code. That last bit of control preventing him from crossing into attachment was still there, and from what he sensed, so was the case for Anakin as well. If anything, his Padawan seemed immensely relieved he was able to do this without the strings involved in attachment. His every movement blazed with an excitement completely unknown to Obi-Wan. No longer was this the brooding young boy he knew for so long. This was a man liberated from the inner turmoil that haunted him for so long. And now that he was free to explore, Obi-Wan had no intention of denying him what they both wanted so badly.
They kissed until they both began to feel faint from a lack of air. They finally pulled back from each other gasping for breath.
“That was quite some kiss, my friend. You must have been waiting to do that since this morning’s sparring session,” Obi-Wan said, breathing raggedly as he inhaled oxygen into his lungs.
“Oh, please. You know you wanted it just as badly,” Anakin remarked with his trademark smirk. He noticed his Master’s eyes drawn to the bulge in his pants.
“You sure you’re ready for this part, Master?” Anakin inquired slyly.
“Haven’t I told you before, Anakin? A Jedi knows no fear,” Obi-Wan declared.
Anakin grinned. Obi-Wan knew the reason why. Such a bold statement, coming from his former Master of all people! It was the last thing anyone would expect, but damn if he didn’t mean it fully at this moment. Well, if that was what Obi-Wan wanted, that was what Obi-Wan would get. He wasted little time in removing his boots and his dark trousers. Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide when he glimpsed Anakin’s erect manhood for the first time.
“Well, Master, what do you think?” Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan resisted the urge to make a comment about Anakin’s status as the ‘Chosen One’. “I think it’s a miracle the ladies aren’t lining up in the Temple for a chance at that thing.”
“Who said they weren’t?” Anakin quipped, causing Obi-Wan to raise an eyebrow. But then Anakin guided Obi-Wan’s lips into his for a brief kiss.
“But it doesn’t matter. Why would I want them when I can have you, no strings attached?” Anakin smiled.
Their lips met in another sweltering kiss. Obi-Wan’s tongue danced with his Padawan’s as Anakin helped him remove the last of his own Jedi garments. He was now fully exposed before his best friend and newfound lover, and Anakin wasted little time in reaching for the hardness situated between Obi-Wan’s legs.
“Not so bad yourself, Master Kenobi,” Anakin said heavily. He gripped the engorged organ firmly in his gloved right hand. He soon began to stroke it at a steady pace as he traded a fervent kiss with his Master. Meanwhile, not to be outdone by his Padawan’s boldness, Obi-Wan took hold of Anakin’s sex and began fondling it just as eagerly. He lay back on the bed, his body pinned by Anakin’s, as they immersed themselves fully in the smoldering lust that lay restrained inside them for far too long. Their expressions told of immeasurable pleasure as they guided one another towards a mutually satisfying conclusion.
Anakin was the first to reach that plateau. Straddling Obi-Wan’s hips, his body rocked back and his eyes scrunched shut as he released his essence over his Master’s well-toned body. Obi-Wan continued to pump Anakin’s member until his Padawan grabbed his wrist tightly, urging him to stop. His body covered with a fine sheen of sweat, Anakin lowered his mouth to Obi-Wan’s.
“That was quite impressive, Master,” Anakin grinned.
“Indeed. From my end as well,” Obi-Wan smiled back.
“Of course, you know – we’re not done yet,” his Padawan said with an impish smile.
Now it was Anakin’s turn to please his Master. He gripped the older man’s shaft much as Obi-Wan had his, giving it a series of slow, exquisitely pleasurable strokes. And when the Jedi Master was least expecting it, Anakin took him into his mouth.
Obi-Wan gasped as Anakin began to pleasure him orally. Words failed to describe the feeling of Anakin’s lips around his hardened member. His mouth was warm and delightfully welcoming, taking Obi-Wan into a world of sensations he had never felt before. Anakin soon began to bob as he sucked on his Master’s engorged sex. It was heaven and Obi-Wan was enjoying every moment of it.
While his mouth worked its magic on Obi-Wan, Anakin held the base of Obi-Wan’s shaft, stroking the hardened flesh while his fingers played with Obi-Wan’s sac. It wasn’t long until Anakin’s Master felt the eruption building inside him. Anakin sensed it too. His movements became more hurried as he licked and stroked his Master towards a rapidly approaching climax.
When it finally arrived, the orgasm struck Obi-Wan with exhilarating force. His body writhed on as he released the tension flowing through his body under his Padawan’s wonderful ministrations.
Anakin settled next to Obi-Wan on the bed. He idly stroked his Master’s muscular chest with his gloved hand, which still contained evidence of the older man’s powerful climax. Obi-Wan draped an arm around him, and he laid his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder as the two Jedi Knights surrendered to a blissful slumber.
~*~
Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open as he awoke from the powerful vision. He sat up in a daze almost expecting to find Anakin lying there next to him. To his disappointment, a look around the room showed him he was alone in his apartment.
That was…words were not enough to describe the intensity of that dream. And to think he had once told Anakin that Jedi didn’t dream; that dreams were childish things Jedi Knights should not concern themselves about. What a fool he’d been. This was no insignificant loss of control on his part. It was an incredible experience unlike anything he had felt before! And ‘childish’ was not at the word to describe what he’d seen in that powerfully vivid fantasy.
Obi-Wan looked down at his Jedi robes. They were sticky with perspiration. His body was absolutely covered in sweat from the experience. Indeed, his heartbeat was still racing in his chest from it. It was so incredibly vivid! So lifelike and detailed.
Such a tantalizing dream…and what a vision of what could be his!
If this was the fantasy, Obi-Wan could only imagine what the reality would be like. How it would feel to hold Anakin in his arms…to touch his lean form all over as they gave in to their most primal desires. And the best part was, even in the midst of such an intense sensual experience, Obi-Wan still didn’t forget his true nature. He was a Jedi, and just like a Jedi, he wouldn’t let something as deceptive as love pull him away from his duties. Unlike a certain someone, Obi-Wan could control his emotions.
On the other hand, wasn’t that one of the things Obi-Wan admired about Anakin? How passionately his former Padawan pursued his causes regardless of Obi-Wan’s or the Council’s opinion? It wasn’t in Anakin’s nature to be mild, just as it wasn’t in Obi-Wan’s to be overly aggressive. How perfect they would be for each other, if only Anakin would give him a chance.
But…Anakin would rather be with Padme…
His mood soured as he recalled the outcome of their argument that night. His meeting with Anakin had not gone as he had planned at all. Obi-Wan wanted to succeed in talking Anakin into leaving Padme. But Anakin’s blasted stubbornness ruined everything. He argued endlessly about how much he needed her and how much he loved her, and to hell with Obi-Wan or anybody else thought! To hell with Obi-Wan’s own feelings!
Obi-Wan didn’t like this feeling of rejection...not one bit. Anakin had argued with him and rejected him, in favor of running home to his little girlfriend.
The image of them together in bed haunted him. It tortured Obi-Wan to recall the look of absolute ecstasy on his former apprentice’s face, because he knew it wasn’t he who made Anakin feel that way. Damn that meddlesome senator. By what right dare she seduce his old apprentice away from him?
If only it weren’t for Amidala…the image of him and Anakin together wouldn’t be just a dream. It would be a reality. He would be able to spend the night with Anakin in his bed, showing him why he didn’t need that woman and comforting him.
Damn her to Sith hell! Obi-Wan thought in fury, clenching his fist in anger at the ‘illustrious’ Senator Amidala. She had stolen Anakin from him! It was her fault that Anakin rejected him. And he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze.
Suddenly, he gasped as he realized what he was doing. Was he really jealous of Padme for being the object of Anakin’s desires? And was he really that desperate to get Anakin’s attention that he was already thinking, no…dreaming of having his own Padawan in his bed? But even as he instinctively moved to deny it, he realized there was no point. It was true. He was attracted to Anakin Skywalker and he was jealous of Amidala for having the one thing Obi-Wan didn’t. The one thing he so badly desired.
And then, a most peculiar thought struck him. Just how far would Anakin go to protect his precious Padme? That dark voice in the back of his mind, which had been more prominent lately, spoke to him again with its tempting words.
Perhaps it’s time to test that theory. If Anakin wants his dirty little secret kept and wants his pretty little wife to remain safe, then he must do what you ask. Make him submit to you. Show him that you are still his Master and he cannot just toss you aside! Take control...the voice ranted. These were not the thoughts of a Jedi, Obi-Wan knew, and yet he found them overwhelmingly difficult to resist.
He was tired of being the perfect Jedi. He was tired of following the rules to the letter, of always being expected to bend to the Council’s whim like some trained pet or droid. While he did believe in the Jedi Code, perhaps Anakin was right. Perhaps some aspects of it were not a good ideology to apply strictly to one’s life…
Just not in the way Anakin himself believed.
And would it really be so bad for Obi-Wan to demonstrate the control he still possessed as a Master? Didn’t Anakin owe him for everything he had done for him? If Anakin expected him to keep quiet about such a large transgression against the Order, then perhaps it was only fair for Obi-Wan to claim what was rightfully his.
Obi-Wan settled back in an attempt to get back to sleep. Had anyone else been present in the room, they would have seen an unsettling smile grace the Jedi Master’s face. He and Anakin would speak tomorrow, and they would resolve this. One way or another…
~*~
The next day, after her Senate session, Padme had decided to take things into her own hands. Anakin was at the Temple today, making some much needed upgrades to his star fighter with Artoo’s help. Padme had Captain Typho fly her to the apartment building where Obi-Wan lived.
~*~
When Obi-Wan answered his door, the last person he expected to see standing there was Padme Amidala. Padme resisted the urge to shiver under Obi-Wan’s cold stare.
“Afternoon Senator,” Obi-Wan greeted. Senator, Padme frowned. No smile or polite “milady.” Anakin had been right. Obi-Wan was acting very strangely.
“May I come in, Master Kenobi?” she asked. He said nothing, but stepped aside to allow her to pass.
“I assume that you are here to talk about Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, getting straight to the point.
“Master Kenobi, I know that you are very angry with both Anakin and I. We both are truly sorry that we lied to you. But we love each other deeply and we didn’t know what else to do,” Padme explained.
“What in blazes were you thinking, Senator?! I expect rash, stupid behavior from Anakin, but I believed you were more level headed than that! I would have never suspected that you would seduce Anakin like this,” Obi-Wan accused.
“Master Kenobi, I did NOT seduce Anakin! We fell in love,” Padme replied.
“I told Anakin never to trust a politician, but he never listens to me,” Obi-Wan said.
“Obi-Wan, I know that you are concerned about Anakin getting hurt, but I assure you that I love him more than anything. If I had to choose between my career and Anakin, I would choose Ani in a heartbeat,” Padme said passionately.
“Yes, he has informed me that he would choose you over the Jedi,” Obi-Wan sneered.
“Obi-Wan, I know Ani can do both. I know he can be a good husband and a good Jedi. He’s already been doing both,” Padme pleaded.
“I already told Anakin that I could not keep this from the Council,” Obi-Wan replied, as he turned away from her to pour a drink.
“But you could trick Anakin into thinking you were drunk and follow him. You could watch us in our most private moments together,” Padme accused. Obi-Wan winced, as the brandy slid down his throat. It seemed that Anakin had told her about that, but it also seemed that she was none the wiser to Obi-Wan’s own attraction to her husband.
Yes Senator, I watched you take Anakin into your bed and fuck with him. It seems that we have a great deal in common, seeing as we both want the same thing, Obi-Wan thought silently.
“I had been suspicious of Anakin for some time now. I was only doing my duty as a Jedi when I followed him. Believe me, I never expected to see him take you to bed,” Obi-Wan replied. Padme took a deep breath.
“Obi-Wan, I assure you that what Anakin and I have together is not just some meaningless affair. I would have never entered into marriage with him, unless I knew he was going to be the only man I would ever love. And he is. The war has been hard on our marriage, but our love for each other has only grown and I know it will continue to do so. All we ask is that is that you help us. When I married Anakin, I put love above duty for the first time in my life. Can’t you put friendship above duty this once Obi-Wan?” Padme asked. Obi-Wan was silent, contemplating his response. The voice in the back of his mind chose to speak to him once again.
Maybe you could keep their little secret...for a price of course. Deceiving the Senator would be easy enough. Let her have him too...as long as Anakin gives you what you want. Hold her life over his head...and he’ll do whatever you want. She’ll never have to know...and you can have him too. Think about it...it’s the perfect plan. Think about how much you want to kiss him...how much you want to touch him...how much you want to be inside him...the voice ranted.
Obi-Wan thought again for a moment. Could it be that easy? It was certainly a more attractive option than simply turning them over to the Council. If he did that, he would never have a chance with Anakin. But if he deceived the Senator into believing that he would keep their secret, he would have leverage over Anakin. It would simply be a small price for Anakin to pay if he wanted to stay with his precious Senator. Yes, it was a more perfect plan that he could have imagined. Part of him was screaming to him, saying how wrong it was to do what he was going to do. But if Anakin could break the Code and marry Padme, then he could break a few rules as well to get what he wanted. Obi-Wan turned to her and faked a smile.
“I can tell how much you love him. You must forgive me, Padme...but I wasn’t sure of your true feelings until now. I know how Anakin feels for you and if you truly make him happy...then I will help you both by keeping your secret,” Obi-Wan said. Padme gasped.
“You...you will?” she asked hesitantly. He smiled.
“Yes, I do apologize for being so harsh. But you must understand that I’ve only ever tried to what’s best for Anakin,” Obi-Wan said.
“I know you have and I thank you for that, Obi-Wan. Ani will be so happy,” Padme said as she hugged him. Obi-Wan fought the sudden urge he had to snap her pretty little neck.
“I know he will be. I have business to attend to at the Temple tomorrow, but why don’t you have him come by tomorrow evening and we can talk then,” Obi-Wan suggested.
“I will, he’ll be eager to thank you. Thank you so much Obi-Wan,” she said, as he led her to the door.
Oh, and he will thank me, Obi-Wan thought to himself with the mental equivalent of a smirk.
“Good evening, Padme,” Obi-Wan said, as he ushered her out politely and closed the door.
~*~
As Padme entered the bedroom she shared with her young husband, she heard the shower running in the fresher. She knew Anakin was probably cleaning up after a day of working on his star fighter. She heard the shower turn off and her husband soon came out of the fresher clad in a towel, while she was undressing from her senatorial gown. She smiled at him, as she let her hair down. He smiled back at her, before closing their distance and kissing her tenderly. She smiled and eyed his exposed body appreciatively.
“Ani, I have wonderful news,” she said.
“What is it?” he asked, curiously.
“I went and talked to Obi-Wan today,” she said.
“You...you did?” he asked nervously. She nodded.
“At first, he was very cold to me. I explained to him that I love you just as much as you love me. I think he thought I was taking advantage of you,” Padme replied.
“And he doesn’t now?” Anakin asked. Padme shook her head.
“No, I think I convinced him that what we have is real. He apologized to me and told me that he only wanted what was best for you. He’s going to keep our secret, Ani,” she said, with excitement.
“He...he is?!” Anakin exclaimed. She nodded and hugged him tightly.
But what about all that stuff about his attraction to me? Anakin thought with confusion. Had Obi-Wan come to his senses? Perhaps it had been the alcohol talking last night when he and Anakin spoke.
“Isn’t it wonderful, Ani?” Padme asked. Anakin shrugged away his uncertain thoughts. He smiled as her beautiful face lit up with happiness.
“It is angel, it really is. I’ll have to go thank him,” Anakin replied.
“He told me to tell you to come by tomorrow night so you two could talk. He sounded like he wanted to apologize,” Padme replied.
“That’s wonderful. I love you so much Padme,” Anakin smiled at her, as he caressed her face. Padme felt herself melting under his handsome gaze. She snaked her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer to him.
“I love you too, Ani,” Padme replied, as their lips met in a searing kiss. Padme’s hands traveled over his bare torso and with a gentle tug, his towel fell to the floor. She was already partially undressed and Anakin quickly stripped away her undergarments. They tumbled back onto their bed and Anakin settled himself between her legs, while kissing her neck. His lips moved down her neck in open mouth kisses and affection nips. As he traveled lower, Padme arched her back in anticipation. His mouth closed over her right breast and he gently suckled the supple flesh.
“Oh, Ani!” she cried, as her fingers flew into his hair. Anakin kissed his way over to her other breast, mirroring his ministrations on this one. Padme’s passionate cries filled the air around them, as their need for each other became painfully clear in the lower regions of their bodies. Padme arched her hips toward him, her liquid heat calling to his erect, considerable length. Padme moaned in ecstasy, as his long, heated column of flesh slid inside her tight, slick core.
They rocked together, their bodies pressed against one another’s tightly as they made passionate love. Their bodies moved together, as they gave and took pleasure from each other’s trembling forms. Their cries and moans became louder and desperate, as they neared their climaxes. Anakin coaxed her climax from her and she cried his name, as she came around him. She clenched and quivered around his pulsing shaft, coaxing his own powerful climax from him. His hot essence filled her in lengthy spurts as he came mere moments after her. They collapsed to the bed, still thoroughly entwined together. Soft kisses and caresses continued, as they lay sated in each other’s arms, bathing in the afterglow...
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Forbidden Longing